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gets nasty, Extinguishing Spells at the ready. They wanted nesting mothers, I dont know why . . . but I tell you this, I dont envy the one who gets the Horntail. Vicious thing. Its back ends as dangerous as its front, look. Charlie pointed toward the Horntails tail, and Harry saw long, bronze-colored spikes protruding along it every few inches. Five of Charlies fellow keepers staggered up to the Horntail at that moment, carrying a clutch of huge granite-gray eggs between them in a blanket. They placed them carefully at the Horntails side. Hagrid let out a moan of longing. Ive got them counted, Hagrid, said Charlie s canada goose kids ternly. Then he said, Hows Harry? Fine, said Hagrid. He was still gazing at the eggs. Just hope hes still fine after hes canada goose kids faced this lot, said Charlie grimly, looking out over
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